I awoke the next morning to Donna's head resting on my shoulder, her hand on my chest. She was playing in the soft hair, slowly rubbing up and down. As usual in the morning, I was hard. Donna, feeling me stir, ran her hand down to my bobbing cock, stroking several times and making it stiffen. I watched as her small hands worked it slowly, her wedding set sliding up and down on it. She got me fully hard quickly. Her soft right tit pressing against me didn't hurt things any.
"Well good morning," Donna whispered in my ear. "You feel good in my hand," Donna said, kissing my cheek. "Let's see if we can get you wide awake now." Donna released my now pulsing erection and knelt over me, taking the head in her mouth. She worked the head slowly, sucking gently and washing over it with her tongue, then took it deep, going almost all the way to the base. I was surprised at how much she could take in her small mouth. She held me there a moment, then backed off, a string of precome reaching from her tongue to the head. I was awake now. I went to move her around into a 69, but she stopped me. "I love when you go down on me. But this is for you."
Donna continued to work my cock, alternating playing with the head and almost swallowing it, then licking up and down the shaft. It didn't take long for me to get close, and Donna could sense it as well, feeling the head swell in her mouth, leaking come as she worked her magic. She licked the underside, making a large drop appear. She let it roll down the head and into the hair on my belly. I was at the breaking point, and told her I was about to come.
"Let it loose," said Donna, not missing a beat. "I want to feel it and taste it." She licked the head where my come had flowed a moment ago, squeezing the shaft and making me emit another large drop of sperm, which Donna lapped up. "Mmm, I love your come. You taste so good." She then took me deep, which sent me over the edge. I started shooting burst after burst into Donna's eager mouth. She was quite talented, and except for a small streak that escaped one corner of her mouth, she swallowed it all. When I was done, she lifted off me and smiled, then opened her mouth to show me what remained, a thick coating of sperm on her tongue. I pulled her toward me, then kissed her as she reached my face. It was a turn on kissing the woman who had just sucked and swallowed me, even with the odd taste. Donna was a little reluctant at first, but leaned into it once she realized I was not backing off the kiss.
"Wow," she said, looking at me with a bewildered expression. "That was really hot. My husband won't kiss me like that after he comes. He's pretty turned off by the whole idea of it."
"Most guys are, I would think. You do that to him and he still lacks interest?? If you were my wife and did that for me, I'd never let you out of my sight."
Donna laughed. "I don't do it nearly as much as I used to. I do miss it, though. I love the feel of a man coming in my mouth, especially if his come tastes good. After the little bit I tasted last night, I knew I had to taste your whole load." Donna smiled at me. "I'm glad I did." She kissed me again and got up. It was getting on past 8 AM and we wanted to hit breakfast before we left.
We got dressed and went up to grab a light breakfast before heading out. Donna was still in an adventurous mood, and wanted to explore some more in a part of the country she had not been to.
"You know where I'd love to go, just once??" she asked.
"Where's that??" I answered.
"You know that place with the big steak you always see the billboards for?? If you eat it all, it's free??"
"Sure," I said. "The Big Texan. It's in Amarillo, about 300 miles or so from here. We could do that. If we don't kill a lot of time, we can have dinner there tonight. It's kind of a tourist trap, but fun. And they have a lot of other items besides the famous 72 ounce steak. It's an interesting ride out there too. Oklahoma is not the table top flat place a lot of people think."
"I can't wait," said Donna. "Let's do something before we head out of town. I'd love to get some western clothes. They could be fun."
I'm not much of a shopper, but Donna was having such a good time I didn't want to dissuade her. Besides, I figured, she might get something that we could have fun with. She'd already surprised me with the black dress. Who knows where this might lead?? We stopped at a local place where Donna picked out several shirts, in white, red, and a light blue denim, as well as a couple of skirts, one just above the knee with a glittery pattern that buttoned down, and one that came about mid thigh, and a pair of boots. She looked hot in the mini, and I told her so. She kissed me, saying if I liked the black dress, I'd love this. I had a feeling I would. We made our purchase and rolled on, Donna back in her shorts and tank top, again braless, which I was enjoying.
We headed west on US 60, taking short detours to the Great Salt Marsh, Little Sahara and a stop at the Glass Mountains as we worked west. Donna was astounded at the variety of the geology and topography. The Glass Mountains really convey a "wild west" image and we hiked a little from the rest area there. As we got back to the car, Donna commented about the more western feel of the area. I suggested maybe she should look the part. She thought that was a good idea, and pulled her bag out of the car. There was no one there, and you can see a good long way on US 412. With no one coming, she dropped her shorts, revealing a pair of black lace panties. She kicked her shorts over to me, and pulled out the button down skirt. She wrapped it around her, leaving the last two buttons open. She grabbed the white top, which was sleeveless, then took off her tank top. I watched as her bouncing tits came out in the open. She smiled at me.
"Too bad I can't ride like this!!" she said, playing with her tits momentarily, as if to air them out as she took them out of her top.
